| Despite everything we’re born twice
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| Phoenix and vermin cats and mice
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| Half of our brain is a dominant one
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| What’s left of our legs carries the man
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| Our two hands are tied to a single side
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| We flee the fairs and work for a while
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| Wrapped in our beds and sleeping in baths
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| Scowling so hard that we’ll wreck our eyes
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| Doorbells don’t sound when batteries are flat
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| It’s obvious we’re stuck in the dark
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| We’re stuck in the dark
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| Should we run in the streets or hide in the wild?
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| Is this fair to say that we don’t need anyone?
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| Does «being ourselves» mean losing our time?
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| Is refraining from talking better than mime?
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| Our boxes are blank for we emptied our minds
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| Almost prepared for it — eager for surprise
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| We don’t always accept but we cannot deny
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| It’s obvious we’re stuck in the dark
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| We’re stuck in the dark |